My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Chapter 88: An abandoned little witch (II)

Vergil knelt beside her, offering his hand to help her up. Despite the injuries and her extremely frightened expression, he couldn't help but reach out to her.

"It's okay now," Vergil said to the girl, trying to sound reassuring and offer some support. "You're safe now, just relax a bit." He gave her a light smile.

The girl hesitated for a moment before accepting his hand, allowing him to lift her. She seemed fragile, almost as if she might crumble at any moment. Her body trembled, and her eyes were still wide with fear, dirty and hurt.

Viviane, finally approaching, looked at the girl with an assessing gaze.

"So, what do you plan to do now, Vergil?" Viviane asked him with a curious look; it was the first time she had witnessed a situation like this.

"Do you think saving her will change anything? She's still a Corrupted Witch. That doesn't change," she said, a little skeptical about the situation; in fact, it was somewhat uncomfortable for her.

"Say that one more time, and I'll kill you," Vergil replied. "At least treat people with a bit of dignity. I'm sure if you were in her place, you would want the same." Vergil retorted, his voice sharp as a knife against Viviane's throat.

"She's not like this because she wants to be," Vergil said, observing the girl's reactions, which grew sadder at Viviane's words.

Viviane remained silent, a mix of surprise and irritation in her gaze, while Vergil turned his attention back to the girl.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked, leaning closer to her, trying to appear as friendly as possible.

"My name is Vergil. You've been hurt quite a bit, haven't you?" he questioned.

The girl looked at him, but her gaze was devoid of understanding. He tried to interpret the emotions passing across her face, but all he saw was an expression of pain and confusion. He continued, knowing that he might not get immediate answers.

"Can you tell me your name? I'm sure it must be a beautiful one," he insisted, but the girl only shook her head, her lips parting in a frustrated attempt to communicate.

"Are you okay? If you need help, I'm here."

She looked at him, and the pain in her eyes seemed to pierce his heart even more. With a hesitant movement, the girl raised her hand but stopped short of reaching her face. Vergil noticed that her arms were covered in wounds and scratches, and the lack of strength was evident.

Then, in an instinctive gesture, she slightly recoiled, as if wanting to pull away, and it broke Vergil's heart in a way. He could see that deep down, there was a struggle within her, but he didn't know how to help.

'What happened to this girl...' he murmured. Despite being a demon, Vergil was still human inside; he had lived twenty-one years as a human. He might have sounded crazy at times, but he felt an empathy he didn't know he had...

'The transformation will make your emotions much stronger.' Katharina's voice echoed in his ears.

'I understand... it's not just stronger emotions... even the smallest ones, like empathy, were deeply explored by the transformation...'

"You don't need to be afraid of me," he said softly, trying to be as gentle as possible. "I won't hurt you. In fact, I want to help."

The girl looked at him, her eyes filled with tears about to spill over. Vergil forced himself to remain calm, trying to convey to her that she could trust him. But there was an invisible barrier between them, and Vergil realized that the girl was not just scared; she used her strength to point to her throat with her finger and mimed a cutting motion.

Vergil immediately understood what she meant... It wasn't a sign that she wanted death or anything like that. In fact...

"I think I understand; you're mute?" he asked, comprehension beginning to dawn. When she nodded her head, Vergil realized how powerless she felt.

She couldn't leave the Underworld without help, she couldn't ask for help when being harassed by demons, she couldn't scream, speak, or show how bad things really were... She had no voice.

"Don't worry, I'll try to figure out a way for us to communicate," he smiled while unconsciously stroking the girl's head.

Viviane, still standing beside them, watched the interaction, her expression slowly shifting from skepticism to cautious curiosity. She had never seen a demon interact with a corrupted one so genuinely. Deep down, an unexpected feeling began to grow within her, a mixture of respect and disbelief.

Vergil, for his part, started exploring ways to communicate. He made simple gestures, moving his hands carefully, trying to show his intention of empathy. But as the girl looked at her injured arms and realized her strength was waning, a look of despair washed over her.

"It's okay; you don't need to talk," Vergil said, trying to calm her. "We can understand each other in other ways."

He remembered the voice he had heard in his mind, that angelic tone that had called to him. It was as if the girl had something more, something she wanted to convey but couldn't. He then began to use broader gestures, attempting to express his determination to help.

But weakness was overtaking the girl, and he saw the corrupted mana surrounding her slowly dissipating. It was a dark energy mixed with the glow of something purer within her, and that was fading. Vergil realized that with every passing moment, her strength was slipping away.

"Don't give up," he pleaded, feeling the need to do something more. "You have to fight."

Tears began to roll down the girl's face, and she shook her head, her expression contorting in pain and frustration. What once seemed like a thread of hope was becoming an internal struggle.

Vergil didn't know what to do. He felt powerless, even with the strength he now possessed. Looking into the girl's eyes, he remembered his own internal battles. The loneliness and pain he had felt upon becoming a demon were not so different from what she was facing. He recalled the voices echoing in his mind and how he had berated himself after moments of having to kill his wives countless times...

"I know you're suffering," he said, his voice now laden with emotion. "I am too. But you don't have to go through this alone. You don't have to feel like this."

The girl's eyes shone with a new intensity, as if she were hearing something beyond the words. She took a deep breath, hope beginning to rise in her gaze. And even as the corrupted mana was fading, Vergil saw a spark of determination starting to shine within her.

'Save her...' He heard a whisper, that same voice... So... 'It wasn't her speaking to me... After all... she is mute,' Vergil thought.

Viviane, noticing the change in Vergil's expression, observed how he seemed to connect even more with the girl. He then placed his hand over hers, a simple gesture but loaded with powerful intent. Without thinking, his touch glided to the girl's face, and something extraordinary happened.

A dark red energy began to emanate from Vergil, enveloping his hand and gently penetrating the girl's body. The energy seemed to pulse, as if it were alive, and in an instant, the corrupted aura surrounding her began to dissipate.

"W-what did you do?" Viviane asked, surprise evident in her tone. Her gaze fixed on the scene, confused and intrigued.

Vergil, still focused on the girl, looked at the energy floating between them.

"Did I do something?" he questioned, astonished, as the girl closed her eyes, as if absorbing the new strength being infused into her. He hadn't intended to heal her or perform any magic; all he had done was an act of compassion, an uncontrollable impulse for connection.

But to his surprise, as he observed the transformation, he realized that the girl's mana was being replaced by a new form of energy. She was not only recovering physically, but the darkness that enveloped her was becoming something different. The demonic energy now circulating within her was powerful, pulsating, and in a way, alive.

"What's happening?" Viviane murmured, her gaze fixed on the girl, now as pale as a specter but with a spark of vigor in her eyes.

The girl opened her eyes, and Vergil saw that their color had changed. Now, a mix of red and gold shone with vibrant intensity, as if her inner light had been restored. She looked at Vergil, and although she couldn't speak, her expression said it all.

"You... you're different now," Vergil said, still processing what had just happened. "Do you feel better?"

The girl nodded slowly, a blend of relief and confusion etched on her face. What had once been an expression of terror had transformed into something more—a recognition that she had been saved in a way she didn't fully understand.

Viviane, observing the unfolding situation, couldn't shake the feeling that this was not just an isolated act but the beginning of something greater. The dynamic between Vergil and the girl was changing the course of their lives, and perhaps even destiny itself.

"So, she became a... demon?" Viviane asked, trying to process the new reality. After all, the girl's aura had completely shifted; she no longer resembled a corrupted witch. "Is that even possible?" Viviane couldn't wrap her head around what had just occurred, but...

'Selene... when she went off on Sapphire... was it about this? No, it's impossible to predict something like this...' She began to worry, or rather, try to process what this could mean...

Vergil ignored Viviane and turned back to the girl.

"You're with me now. I'll take you with me. I can't leave you like this." The girl looked at him, her eyes reflecting a mix of fear and hope.

She extended her hand, and Vergil grasped it firmly, determined to protect her and guide her, even if he didn't know what the future held.

"Let's go," he said, smiling. "We need to get out of here. The city isn't safe for you, and you need a place to recover."